Dear Journal, Today marks my end of tolerance with this war. Today is the day, I bury my beloved son, Casey. His pain over in Irag was wasted, and no more blood should be shed. We are fighting a pointless war over there. After this, people will know my name. No more mother's should know the pain of losing a son. No more mother's should have to bury their sons because of this war. President Bush, you will learn your lesson. I've come up with this plan that I like to call "Camp Casey." You see "Mr. President," you will have a rude awakening on your front lawn. Me and my supporters (about 1500 of them!) will be sitting outside your yard, waiting for you to talk, because I'd love to hear you explain. - Cindy Sheehan
Today marks my end of tolerance with this war. Today is the day, I bury my beloved son, Casey. His pain over in Irag was wasted, and no more blood should be shed. We are fighting a pointless war over there. After this, people will know my name. No more mother's should know the pain of losing a son. No more mother's should have to bury their sons because of this war. President Bush, you will learn your lesson. I've come up with this plan that I like to call "Camp Casey." You see "Mr. President," you will have a rude awakening on your front lawn. Me and my supporters (about 1500 of them!) will be sitting outside your yard, waiting for you to talk, because I'd love to hear you explain.
- Cindy Sheehan